sail on... sail on....

im sailing.
fourteen foot schooner painted a chipped and peeling red and white.
really, maroon and grey.
mast repaired by hand.
here comes a wave...
i rock and tilt and lose center of gravity..
but i dont fall.
i never fall.
but i know better than to stand.
i sit.
and when i move,
i crawl.
i cast off the same docks as the other boats and owners...
use the same type of line.
sail the same waters.
only i dont do it in a motorized forty foot yacht
or a 900 foot long cruiseliner.
i have my fourteen foot schooner with a tattered torn sail and a chipped rudder..
undoubtedly from the rocks and sandbars over the years.
no galley.
no quarters.
mottled bulkheads.
my anchor is an empty milk jug filled with cement.
but i never use my anchor.
i always am moving.
sifting through the unknown.
not gliding though, as gliding is an easy motion.
sifting is uncomfortable.
exposed.
villified.
scrutinized.
but really, im sailing..